Thursday, 16 April 2015

Don't forget where you belong

While I am writing this at a very noisy place aka the caf and I know that I should be at the library to write this all down but here I am about to write down something that I am hoping would change someones life in some way. As I was walking down the stairs on the way here I was thinking about all the things I have done in the past and all of the things that lead up to today.

There are things that I want to change; to see if it changed who I am today but then there are things that I don't want changed because there are tons of memories that are safely tucked somewhere in my head. Sometimes, I just want to step back and have some time to myself and look at the things I have currently done so far.

There are always what ifs in life and if you don't have these kinds of moments at one point in your life then I don't know what this thing I am currently writing would mean to you.

I always wonder to myself if I have done a particular thing differently, would things now be affected by my change in heart? I have always told myself that whatever I have done before is done for a reason.

I sometimes wonder if I chose another school would I be the same person I am now?

I am someone is always waiting for something amazing to happen in life that I'd be proud of to repeat the story to my friends. I call myself socially awkward because I don't have a large group of friends but I do know a lot of people.

This leads me to my High School friends. The reason why I brought them up, it's because I miss them, I haven't talked to them in quite a while and they're the only ones who literally understood me for me. They know what ticks me, I think I just need some girl time with them after 2 years of not actually getting to see them in person.

I have honestly missed them.

The first song that popped into my head is "Don't forget where you belong" by One Direction. Why? Because I feel like right now I am trying to forget where I come from and when I feel like I am missing something I think about High School friends and batchmates.

I know...

I know I'm always free to run home.

All the love. B

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